Entry 2

Today, I went to class and the students decided to play a classic prank: not one of them showed up. Imagine my surprise! I felt an emotion that felt very close to doubt. I have not felt doubt in a very long time, not since my mother faltered while explaining why she did not want me to leave Davis. My father was apparently a professor there, but she glanced over details and explained something about an affair…but it was not of importance to me at the time, so I disregarded what she said. She dotes on me so much, worrying about little, unnecessary things like how dangerous inner city Los Angeles is. How little she knows! I’m getting along just fine with the people here – even my students feel comfortable enough to play jokes on me! Their little joke did leave me behind on my teaching schedule and the old, wizened principle called me to make an appointment for this Friday. I wonder if he’s heard about my success in graduate studies. Regardless, he wants to speak to me about my teaching methods – I doubt anything he says could change my track though.